The Price of Australia Voyage

 In 2023, I decided to embark on my journey to Australia. After completing my IELTS on March 19, I began the university application process through the Rigpa House Education Consultancy Firm in April. I received offer letters from both QUT and James Cook University. Following the recommendation of the consultancy counselor, I opted for James Cook University due to its 25% fee scholarships, which would ease the financial burden of paying fees each trimester.

During the summer vacation, I was able to lodge my visa application and received it on August 14, prompting me to submit my resignation letter to leave my job early. Just two days after handing in my resignation, I received a separation order, which made me realize that my sixteen years of civil service had come to an end.

I began packing and transporting my belongings to my village on August 21 but encountered a roadblock at Boxcutting, which delayed my journey. The road cleared the next day, allowing me to reach home. For three days, I unpacked and organized my things. On the 26^th, I bid farewell to my parents, knowing that I wouldn't see them for the next two years.

However, I encountered further transportation difficulties at Suray Samkhar and was forced to spend the night inside a fuel tanker until the next morning due to heavy rainfall causing multiple roadblocks. In the morning, a DCM vehicle traveling towards Gelephu provided transportation until we encountered another highway blockade at Ossy. With the help of a few fellow travelers, we hired a bolero to transit from one blockade to the next at box-cutting, where the conditions were even more treacherous. Despite the challenges, we managed to navigate to the next road point and continue our journey by taxi to Gelephu.

Upon reaching Gelephu, I immediately sought out a legal firm to draft an agreement with my defacto. The following day, we attempted to obtain a marriage certificate from the Gelephu Court of Justice but were unable to get it signed due to the absence of Dasho Drangpon, who was attending an important meeting. I then proceeded directly to my workplace, Gelephu Higher Secondary School, to bid farewell to the principal, vice-principal, and my teacher colleagues.

On the 28^th, I commenced my journey from Gelephu to Thimphu. On the next morning, I paid homage to the deities of Dechenphu, and then rushed back to finalize a land agreement with my uncle, with whom I exchanged a vehicle for 35 decimal lands at Chuzergang ten years ago. However, the land Lagthram transfer is still pending. Additionally, I had to complete some shopping. Around 1:30 PM, I departed Thimphu for Paro and boarded a flight at 4:30 PM on the 29^th of August 2023.

The flight landed in Bangkok at 9 PM, where I had a 6-hour layover before traveling to Taipei on the 30th, and finally arriving in Brisbane the next day morning at 9 AM. Until September 8th, I spent time acquainting myself with the new environment and processing necessary documents such as a bank card, police check, TPN, and ABN. On the 9th, I attended a day-long orientation and academic workshop. My first trimester of studies commenced on the 11th and concluded in November. From December onwards, I was on a trimester break and engaged in work.

On December 13, at 6 AM, I was inundated with multiple calls and voice messages from my cousin brother, informing me of the tragic passing of my mother. We swiftly arranged a flight from Brisbane to the Philippines, departing at 11:30 AM. My sister and I arrived in the Philippines at 7:30 PM and subsequently traveled to Bangkok, arriving at 11 PM local time. We waited until 6 AM the next morning before departing for Paro, arriving at 9 AM on December 14.

With no time to spare, we hastily started shopping in Thimphu and embarked on our journey towards the village at five the next day. We arrived home at 6 pm to find my mother's lifeless body lying peacefully as if she was sleeping. Despite it being the third day since her passing, she appeared serene, embodying the kindness and concern she always showed us.

As thoughts and tears muddled, I reflected on my mother's gentle nature. Even in her final moments, she shielded us from the burden of her illness. She had only mentioned a minor headache during our last video call around 11 AM Bhutan time before her condition rapidly deteriorated, leading to her hospitalization at three in the afternoon and eventually her peaceful passing in the evening at nine O’clock. Her departure at such a young age left me with countless unfulfilled dreams and a profound sense of regret for not being able to do more while she was alive.

Though the pain of her loss weighs heavily on me, I realized that life must continue. Thus, we returned to Brisbane on January 25th, 2024. Life in Australia is never a bed of roses, but we have chosen this path, and there is no turning back.

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Mysterious MA Social Science Friends!!!

Sincere and hardworking is Mr. Gopal, 

Walking like a ghost, he often makes us chuckle, 

Sharing his knowledge with co-mates, 

In an eloquent and influential way, he relates.

 

 

 

Simple and quite is Mrs. Amrita, 

Often dozing off as lectures start to feature, 

A chicken-hearted and generous woman, 

Who never declines a request put fort, her grace is human.

  

Mr. Rinzin, an active and keen listener,

Puts forward queries and doubts, a persistent resistor, 

Racing like an Olympiad competitor, 

But living with dignity and pride, a true go-getter.

 

 

 

Lecturers deliver, but she dictates, 

Ensuring no student's education abates. 

No stone unturned, no detail ignored, 

Mrs. Pelden's drive and passion are never bored.

 

 

Mr. Karma sits at the back of the row, 

Restless person in the class, 

Often yarns and snores like a pig, 

But most witty and the weird.

 

 

 

Mr. Kuenzang, jolly and sweet singer, 

Laughs and jokes in the social circle, 

But when the night falls and all is quiet, 

His roaring snore can cause quite a fright.

Mr. Sonam Gyeltshen, a man of girth, 

Speaks with eloquence and articulate mirth, 

A critical mind, ICT enthusiast, 

His love for writing and reading is the most robust.

 

  

 

Ms. Nidup Dolkar, the silent killer,

Knocks out anyone who mocks her,

Intelligent and resourceful,

Loo fan and junk food lover.

 

 

Mr. Sither Dorji, a bard sat in thought, 

Calm at a moment and critical the next, 

Never the wrong person to be messed with, 

Lectures in class, he never forgets.

 

Mr. Dorji Wangchuk, philosophical, 

Teases women and loves to play, 

Speaks with power and great dignity, 

Socializing and loitering as freely.

 

 

Mr. Dorji Drukpa, thought absorbent, 

Man of few words, he remains aloof, 

Focused on his journey, he never looks back, 

Works hard, leaves no stone unturned.

Those were the friends in need and friends indeed for last two years in Lovely Professional University, Punjab, India.

INTERNATIONAL DEMOCRACY DAY

"Civil society is the oxygen of democracy. Civil society acts as a catalyst for social progress and economic growth. It plays a critical role in keeping Government accountable, and helps represent the diverse interests of the population, including its most vulnerable groups."       Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon

2015 Theme: Space for Civil Society

"Democracy is a universal value based on the freely expressed will of people to determine their own political, economic, social and cultural systems and their full participation in all aspects of their lives. While democracies share common features, there is no single model of democracy.

The UN General Assembly, in resolution A/62/7 (2007) encouraged Governments to strengthen national programmes devoted to the promotion and consolidation of democracy, and also decided that 15 September of each year should be observed as the International Day of Democracy.

Globally, the role of civil society has never been more important than this year, as the world prepares to implement a new development agenda, agreed to by all the world’s Governments. However, for civil society activists and organizations in a range of countries covering every continent, space is shrinking — or even closing — as some Governments have adopted restrictions that limit the ability of NGOs to work or to receive funding.

That is why the theme of this year’s International Day of Democracy is "Space for Civil Society." It is a reminder to Governments everywhere that the hallmark of successful and stable democracies is the presence of a strong and freely operating civil society -- in which Government and civil society work together for common goals for a better future, and at the same time, civil society helps keep Government accountable"  (http://www.un.org/en/events/democracyday)

To make the day significant, Drukjeygang HSS organized marathon race; 12 km for boys and 10 km for girls with the funding aid from Bhutan election office.

Brief account of marathon

"The modern Athens Marathon commemorates the run of the soldier Pheidippides from a battlefield at the site of the town of Marathon, Greece, to Athens in 490 B.C., bringing news of a Greek victory over the Persians. Legend has it that Pheidippides delivered the momentous message "Niki!" ("victory"), then collapsed and died, thereby setting a precedent for dramatic conclusions to the marathon.

When the modern Olympic games were inaugurated in 1896 in Greece, the legend of Pheidippides was revived by a 24.85 mile (40,000 meters) run from Marathon Bridge to Olympic stadium in Athens. Traditionally the final event in the Olympics, the first organized marathon on April 10, 1896 was especially important to all Greeks. Greece was hosting those first modern Olympic Games. The Greeks had yet to win a medal, and had one final chance to bring glory to their nation. Twenty-five runners assembled on Marathon Bridge. The starter mumbled a few words and fired the gun, and the race was on.

At the 1908 Olympic Games in London, the marathon distance was changed to 26.2 miles to cover the ground from Windsor Castle to White City stadium, with the 2.2 miles added on so the race could finish in front of royal family's viewing box. This added two miles to the course, and is the origin of the Marathon tradition. After 16 years of extremely heated discussion, this 26.2 mile distance was established at the 1924 Olympics in Paris as the official marathon distance.

Today, marathons have become a running tradition throughout the world. Yet the annual Marathon at Athens, where it all began, has a tradition and an appeal like no other. In 1996, the 100th anniversary of the modern Athens Marathon, more than 3,000 runners from every part of the world gathered to run in the footsteps of Pheidippides"

At 7:48 Am boys sprinted off from the starting point with lots of fun and excitements.

First runner, Master Tekk Bdr Wakley from Class ten, C arrived at the finishing point at length of 1 hour, four minutes,   28 seconds followed by Sonam Chophel of Same class in one hour 9 minutes: 40 seconds. http://www.athensmarathon.com/marathon/history.php

Hustle and Bustle winter

Life is not always easy and comfortable, as we may imagine. It was the month of November, and everyone in the school was busy with various tasks, much like bees gathering nectar. Students in classes ten and twelve were busy taking trial exams, while teachers were diligently grading the answer scripts. The examination coordinator was putting pressure on the teachers to submit the annual papers and assessment marks on time. It is hard to truly comprehend the hectic and tiresome nature of a teaching job until one experiences it firsthand.

One evening, I received a text message from my sister, who was a B.Ed trainee at Samtse College of Education. She informed me that our mother had been referred to Thimphu Hospital for an immediate operation by the village health personnel. The doctors had detected Pterigium, an extra growth covering the whole pupil, that would probably discard proper vision. Mom decided to commence the journey towards Thimphu the very next day and asked me to pick her up at Gelephu.

I rushed down to Gelephu without attending the school picnic. It was almost mid-day at the picnic spot when I received another call from my sister, informing me that mom was already on the halfway to Gelephu, and I had to be there to get her. Sacrificing lunch, I instantaneously rushed and pleaded Thinley Tobgay, a teacher, to drop me at Zero point. Having waited for a few minutes, a tripper agreed to give me a lift till Sunkosh.

As I was looking for a vehicle at Sonkosh, a Bolero that was plying towards Thimphu gave me a lift till Tsirang-Dagana junction. Once again, I had to look for vehicles plying to Gelephu. As I was waiting tensely, an Alto car appeared, and I waved my hands to stop, and I asked for a lift till Damphu because I was pondering to hire a taxi from Damphu. He granted me a lift, and as we were introducing ourselves, he asked where I was actually heading. I narrated the whole story, and I knew he too was going to Sarpang.

We had a simple lunch at Damphu and went chatting till Sarpang check post. I thanked him for the lift, and as I disembarked from the Alto car, I saw a driver entering at the check post, and a police officer approached me asking where I was going. "I am looking for vehicles plying to Gelephu," I said. He entreated the Bolero driver to take me till Gelephu. It was already 9:00 PM when we arrived at Gelephu, and by then, mom had already arrived with one of the acquainted staff. We spent a night in a stinking dirty room, which perhaps compelled us to shift to another room the next day.

It was Sunday, and we couldn’t go to the hospital, so we spent the day shopping for some stuff. On Monday, we visited the hospital, and they directed us to the ophthalmic chamber, but there wasn’t a doctor. The doctor was away abroad for training and would be back in two weeks. The health assistant prescribed an instant requirement for eye operation. With no other choice, the next day, we had to move to Thimphu, spending a night at my cousin’s house.

After completing the science examination, I took leave once again. The next morning, I was searching for a ride and a friend told me about the Vice Principal's wife who was going to Damphu. I confirmed her travel plans and she agreed to take me as far as the Tsirang-Dagana junction. I got off there and started looking for a way to Thimphu. Soon after, a Bolero owned by T-Cell Company came by and offered me a lift until Wangdue Check post. From there, I took a taxi to Messinna and then another one to Thimphu. I ended up in the TB ward as my mother's attendant. It was a very difficult and boring experience that I wouldn't wish on anyone else.

Once, I was on my way to witness the Druk Wangyel Traditional Archery tournament in Changlingmithang when I received a call stating that one of my cousins who was studying in Bangkok on Trongsa Penlop Scholarship had been stabbed in a bar on the arrival night. I rushed to the emergency ward and found him lying half dead. Later that day, he was shifted to the surgery ward and his worried parents were at a distance from home. Meanwhile, it was the local Annual Tshechu at Khomshar and his father and little brother had to come to Thimphu without attending the event. This incident reminded me of how immense parents' care is compared to children's love towards parents. They had to reserve a vehicle and arrived in Thimphu Hospital at nine PM, looking blank and saying no words. As a result, I had to take care of two patients and cook for nine people.

Before the school closed for winter vacation, I went to the school to submit my leave statement and obtain a relieving order for attending a winter workshop program. I returned to the school on December 15th, taking a bus till Tsirang-Dagana junction, then a Bolero till zero point, and finally a hired private van till the school. The school closed for winter vacation on December 18th, and I left for Tsirang in the afternoon. I stayed at Tsirang for two days and then moved to Thimphu as a sick attendant for my cousin who had been stabbed. When I returned, my cousin had been discharged from the hospital, and his case was proceeding in the Attorney General's Office. Despite my busy kitchen chores and taking meals to the hospital, I had to go to the Attorney General's Office and court for the case. When the semester in Bangkok resumed, my cousin was late by five days and had to ask for court permission to go to the university, and he had to emplace one of his in-laws as his representative to file the case in court.

One afternoon, while shopping for foodstuffs with my uncle in town, I received a call informing me that another cousin, who worked as a domestic air manager in Bumthang, had been hospitalized in Thimphu. He was admitted to the ENT ward and advised to undergo an operation. Later that afternoon, he was taken to the operation theater and operated on successfully. This happened on January 12, 2015, just in time for me to attend the winter evaluation camp at Rinchendhing, Phuntsholing, as a marker for Class ten Biology.

I stayed in Phuntsholing for almost two weeks, during which time both patients were discharged from the hospital. On January 25th, the evaluation was over, and I rushed back to Thimphu because an environmental science orientation at Bajo was scheduled for January 26th, 2015. At 4:30 PM, my friend and I started our journey by bus from Phuntsholing to Thimphu, arriving at 9:30 PM. The next morning, we hired a taxi to Wangdue. However, when we arrived at Thinleygang, vehicles were stranded due to a road widening block. It opened to traffic at 9 AM, and we reached Bajo HSS at 10:30 AM. When we arrived, the session was already in full swing, with over 57 participants attending the Environmental Science Orientation for Class IX.

After a long gap, I was able to meet five of my old trainee mates, which was an immense triumph. We had dinner together and went for an evening hangout at Messinna. We visited Drayangs, partied, and went for a night ride to Khuruthang, then to Punakha. It was 1:00 AM when we got back into the room. It was indeed the most adventurous time with my old comrades, but the next day was a disgusting day for me. I suffered from diarrhea and vomiting, which compelled me to be absent from the workshop. I had to visit Bajo hospital and rest for half a day. On the 30th of January, the workshop ended, and on the same evening, we departed for Thimphu. It was 10 PM when we reached Thimphu.

 

An appointment was scheduled for my mom's eye operation two days later. On February 2nd, the operation took place, and the next day was for dressing and follow-up checkups. On February 6th, we traveled to Gelephu and stayed there for two nights. On February 8th, I sent my family home on a Buli bus and returned to Damphu. Unfortunately, there were no buses or taxis available to take me to Damphu. I managed to find a taxi that took me to the Sarpang check post and then a private car that took me the rest of the way to Damphu. The next day, I had to report to school, so I had to find a vehicle to take me to Drukjegang. While looking for transportation in Damphu town, I met some staff friends who were there for personal reasons and they agreed to let me ride with them. On February 10th, all the staff gathered at the school with new hopes and determination to provide the best education to future youth.

As the winter vacation drew to a close, I was taken aback by how quickly it had passed. Days were busy and nights were cold, and before I knew it, the start of the new academic session was upon us. It was hard to believe that the winter of 2014 had come to an end so quickly. There were many unanswered questions in my mind, and only the mighty God could provide the answers.